She returned his bow with a deep nod and the hint of a curtsy, then gently closed the door behind him once he'd fully entered. His trove of gifts was certainly noticed- she thought back to Thor and his simple favor of the flower from his jacket; a gentle gesture, and one she appreciated, but as she got to know the god of thunder more than passing gestures, it was obvious to her that he was a bit... rustic. Honorable and good-hearted, without a doubt, but perhaps not the most meticulous high-being in the universe- though she still adored him.
Eliot seemed to operate on a more refined level. He very much reminded her of Loras.
"I know the city's name is Chicago," she replied, graciously accepting the gift with another smile. "And that a few of our fellow captives seem to be very familiar with the era... besides the little adventure outside the doors on the first day, I can't say I know much at all. The fashion alone was quite... challenging."
Stockings and garter belts in particular.
"I would be happy for a lesson or two, Eliot," she added, then carefully unwrapped the gift. The object was unlike anything she had ever seen in Westeros, though there were many of them on the third floor of the hotel. Scrolls in a different form, she had discovered. Very much easier to read. "The Great Gatsby," she read the cover aloud, looking impressed. "Another monarch?"